It wasn't my fault

But I got spanked for it anyway. I suppose. P was in a good mood, we were having guests for dinner. He'd cut some top rump beef into cubes and left them in a bowl with a bay leaf and some shallots. We were running a bit late because we both had shopping to do and we'd promised to drop some stuff off at our son's place too. I was pushing P to get a move on, he knew we were late and came out of the kitchen wiping his wet hands on his t-shirt (I didn't bother tutting, it's a waste of time), he smiled and told me not to panic he was off for a shower and we'd be out in no time. Then from the top of the stairs he called me, I had to open the door to hear him.

"Will you pour half a bottle of red wine over that beef please and cover it with cling film," he said and then he was off into the bathroom.

So on the table stood a bottle of red wine, cork at the side of it, the label looked plain enough so I assumed that was the one to use and duly tipped half of it into the bowl. When P came down, dressed and ready to go, he noticed the wine bottle had gone. I'd put it next to a part used Spanish cooking wine in the kitchen.

"Where's my wine gone?" He asked.

"In the kitchen, half in the bowl the rest on the shelf," I said.

"Shit! That was Bekaa Valley wine for tonight!" He said. "Why did you do that?"

"You asked me to, " I said, and then the penny dropped. Bekaa Valley I remembered. "But the label was just ordinary," I started my excuses, "and the top was off and I assumed it was.."

"Well you should have read it. Fuck," he muttered as he went into the kitchen as if to determine whether I was telling the truth or having a joke. He came back long faced with the rest of the bottle and put it back on the dining table. He didn't say anything and we went out, but later in the car and a couple more times he referred back to it, he knew it was a plain label that was what he wanted, he wanted to ask our guests later if they could guess what it was and where from. I told him he could still ask them, they just wouldn't have as many tastes to help them guess. He didn't think that was very funny but the day went smoothly no funny mood or anything. As I said earlier he was in a good mood and my little mistake couldn't dent it for long.

When we got home late afternoon P reverted to the Bekaa Valley, he asked me if I remembered it and I said I'd completely forgotten about it to be honest, but I did recognise the name and knew it was something a bit unusual. I think it was probably the way I said I'd completely forgotten about it as if it was some trivial incident that got him, or maybe he'd intended to deal with me anyway whatever I'd said. But to cut short, he took me into the office and spanked me. I reminded him he'd still got stuff to do in the kitchen and it was just an accident and could I give him a blow job to make up for it but none of it altered my fate. My knickers came down and I was spanked hard for several minutes accompanied by a geography lesson and a bit of history on the conflict ridden region and the importance of reading labels before ploughing in. He softened his tone at the end and told me he knew it was an accident but I should be more careful in future and perhaps a sore bottom would help me to be more careful next time. Then he lifted me aside and I thought 'Goody, blow job time' but he stood up.

"Now I'm a bit behind, I'm off to the kitchen. And he was gone, leaving me rosy cheeked and horny.

Later as we sat and dined, P asked if anyone could guess the origin of the wine. They couldn't but they did agree it was different, and lovely said one of them. P looked pleased, he poured them each a drop more and then put the (empty) bottle aside. He said "I'm glad you like it, sorry I can't offer you more but we only had half a bottle, you're eating the other half." He proceeded to tell them the story, minus the spanking of course, and poured some perfectly decent Rioja into mine and his glasses. I felt my face blush as Steve looked across at me with mock disapproval and said 'smacked wrists then,' with a smile. Ha! If only he knew.

"Well at least the bourguignonne is good," I said. They all laughed including P. Later, after they'd gone and we'd cleared up, we sat and watched some late night TV, I put my hand on P's thigh and said I was sorry about the mistake earlier. But he was almost nodding off, long day plus the alcohol. He said I should say sorry in the morning, before he got up and went for the papers. Then I could snuggle back under the covers with sticky lips and a smile on my face. I did it too, and later in the day got an even bigger smile.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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The Benefits of Sulking

Did I tell you I got spanked for sulking the other day? Of course I did, I know really, and it was an unglamourous spanking to say the least which was why I didn't go into any detail about it, the actual spanking I mean. It was done spontaneously, for a very good reason and it was hard and it put me right. Those kind of spankings I don't get often enough and I treasure them, there are no riding crops or paddles etc (which I love in a different way), just man, hand, bottom and plain old fashioned correction.

So my sulking and quite wrong attitude got me a sound 'seeing to' and not the sexual kind. But there was a bonus. Although there was no sex involved, that kind of spanking causes feelings, in me at least (and I know many others feel the same) of really quite deep desire which I find hard to put into words. I don't want sex after it, although that doesn't mean I'd refuse, but I do feel very receptive and close to my husband. I think it must have a similar effect on the man too (or woman), lets say the 'spanker' as well as the 'spankee', because the same night, in bed, P nuzzled up to me and was rock hard and told me he was looking forward to our holiday, he didn't mention the spanking or the Bank Holiday weekend. I just said Mmmm and slid under the duvet

and took as much as I could of his manhood into my mouth and stayed there working my tongue and lips greedily until his balls tightened and he spurted into the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, dribbled some and then lapped up to make good. He told me that was naughty and I said well you didn't stop me, maybe you should spank me for it. He said maybe he would, but not there and then as our son was still downstairs with a friend and spankings do tend to make some noise, well if they're done properly they do.

So that's how we left it, he owes me a spanking, I didn't want sex I told him I was tired and fell asleep with my arm across his chest and the taste of man in my mouth.

And the benefits of sulking? Well I think they're obvious but just in case:-

1. The sulk was expunged, the air cleared.
2. The sulker got her favourite type of spanking.
3. The ex sulker is owed another spanking, of a different but still welcome type.
4. The ex sulker made her man happy in bed.
5. The ex sulker feels very close to her man.

So I was thinking perhaps I should sulk a bit more from time to time but then I thought no, manufactured sulks wouldn't work, the real ones are best.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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BJ

We were sitting on the sofa after a little fun the other evening and look what came out of the bottle of red Minervois I opened.

I stood it on the table because I thought we might not finish the bottle. A little later our son came in and said "Blow job, eh?"

I nearly died, I'm sure my face went beet red, I wondered if I had anything round my mouth.

He obviously noted my confusion and picked the cork up, smiling and turning the end towards me, "That's what they call it, a BJ?".

"Well I suppose it depends who they are and what you're reading," I said, thinking christ does he think his mom does that sort of stuff.

"OK I'm off to bed now, I'm in at 6.00 tomorrow," he said and was gone. He clearly didn't give a second thought to what had just been said.

Perhaps his mom shouldn't either:)

Hope you managed to celebrate Consensual Spanking Day yesterday.

Ronnie

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A good start to a marriage

In Monday's post I mentioned finding an amusing wedding card that I'd share with you.

I like to think she's been spanked and then ordered to service her husband, a good start to any marriage I think, wouldn't you agree?

Ronnie

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Something happened Monday night.......

It was around 10.30pm and we were sitting in the car park of Waitrose supermarket, which is separated from the road by fields and hedgerows, it's half way between the restaurant we'd just left and our house and I was about to perform an indecent act.

There are two routes back home from town, one is main road most of the way and traffic at all times and the other is the one we took, houses petering out to fields with sheep grazing, very little traffic and Waitrose, standing alone, lights still on presumably for security, but the store was closed and I couldn't see any movement. No, nobody about.

I turned to P, my hand, which had been in his lap since we got in the car rubbing and gently squeezing his cock and balls through his jeans, now unzipped him and took it out, he didn't resist, instead he reached down to the seat slider button and moved back several inches. I started stroking up and down slowly, he squeezed his legs and straightened them pushing between the pedals, I put my head down, my tongue flicking, teasing, trailing down and up his shaft, lingering and licking the pre cum from his head, he groaned and I wrapped my lips fully round him, started building a rhythm, head bobbing up and down all the while sucking, slurping salaciously and hungrily, sluttishly I hoped as befitted the occasion.

My other had cupped his balls and when I felt him stir I increased my grip, his breathing got harder, I was breathing through my nose as my mouth was fully engaged, he grabbed the back of my hair making me bob up and down faster and then I felt it coming and sucked for all I was worth and P bellowed out like a bull, so loud it frightened me, I made to pull away but held me there till he was finished. Then he burst out laughing, we both did, I could hear sheep braying or whatever they do, I think he must have frightened them as well as me. I grabbed a tissue from the glove box and mopped up what I hadn't swallowed. He started the car, not wishing to linger and off we went.

''So a good night then,'' I said as we pulled onto our drive later. ''An excellent night,'' P said

So what really happened Monday night? .........Well everything's true except the best part, I didn't do it in Waitrose car park, we really did drive back that way and we drove in too, but P said it was way too risky and we drove right out again. The juicy part was in my head, dirty mind eh, so what's wrong with that.

P told me later he hadn't thought I'd do it, I said I would have it was him who bottled out but to be honest I would have as well, some things are best kept in the mind.

We did have a lovely meal and even got a 40% discount voucher for food only not drinks, for use till the end of the month because the manager's seen us in there a few times now (yeah I know, everybody else probably got one too).

I'm out today, Birmingham, catch up tomorrow.

Ronnie

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